Whoa, January, where'd you go? Did I miss you while hanging out in the bathroom with PDG? Or sleeping in during all those unnecessary 2-hour delays? Maybe you happened when this guy grew up even more?!
Seriously, this is getting to be too much. MDG is adding words now. Like his super-talkative big brother. "Mama" and "eat-eat" (his caregiver uses that term a lot, like 'ok boys, time to eat-eat, put away your toys') are the newest on the list.
No new teeth, still four and four, but his appetite is getting intense. Just ask anyone who has ever fed him berries. Or popcorn. And, my curiosity has almost taken me to give him a straw and a gallon of milk and see what happens. Except, I think he might drink it all and throw up. Which I'd have to clean up. And my doctor would have to remind me only 24-30oz
maximum, not the 35-40 he'd prefer, is all this boy actually needs.
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| with our friend Baby C |
He's got rhythm. He's got a fast little waddle. He's got pulling his pants down in inappropriate situations. He's his father's son.
(you decide just how related those last four sentences are. just kidding. or am I?)
But for real, he's still our social, happy
baby big boy who sleeps hard, plays harder, and smiles hardest.
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